On Scarlet Scales {KiriBaku}

Scattered Minds

Making his way back down the mountain was proving much easier than it was the previous night. After exiting the cave and leaving a quite upset and clingy dragon alone, Bakugou soon saw what he assumed to be his original path, which was conveniently right beside the cave. The ground was muddy and covered in sludge but not long after the blond started down the trail, he soon made it back to his car. Turns out the track Bakugou used to get down the mountain was not in fact the same he used to get up, it was a lot narrower it and harder to follow. Though the trail he took lead right back to the car park, but the entrance was obscured by bushes and trees, so he hadn't seen it when he first arrived.

The whole walk back all Katsuki could think about was the scarlet scaled dragon, in all honesty he couldn't truly believe what had occurred over the past 24 hours. It was now 10am as the got down the mountain. Sitting in his car he had a ten-hour long shift in three hours. Surprisingly for someone who roughed it and slept outside with no camping gear the male was exceptionally well rested, though incredibly hungry.

Making his way back Bakugou's mind kept running back to the dragon he'd left alone and injured on the mountain. His conscious couldn't help worrying, especially seeing him so distressed just before leaving but he pushed these stupid thoughts out of his head. He was a dragon; the mother fucker could fend for himself till he returned to check up on him. The beautiful rolling paddy fields and quaint little towns were all still damp with the residual rain from last night's freak thunderstorm. Paying no mind to any of the scenery he was driving past Katsuki put his foot to the floor, speeding off as quickly as he could to return home and get some food. After the general shock of actually registering the fact that he'd just meet a dragon questions began to poor in. He had no idea what to do with a dragon, he had no idea what they eat, how they live, what they needed to survive, would being alone in a cave be good for him? He needed to talk to someone who he thought would be well versed in the topic.

Thankfully living less than 20 minutes away Katsuki made it home in no time. As he entered into the bleak, empty apartment he couldn't help noticing today how especially lonely his place was. Hating the solitary emotions swirling through him the blond made a be-line for the kitchen. Having a couple hours to spare before work the male made an easy meal of an almost unpalatable fiery chicken. The dish had so much spice it was barely edible to most other people, but for the blond it was nothing for his accustomed tongue. Spacing off for most of his meal Bakugou felt vaguely out of it, after what he experienced in the cave everything felt quite surreal, some part of him still questioning what had gone on.

Wasting away his hours before work Bakugou cleaned up, having a much-needed shower, he stunk of Kirishima. The dragon had done a brilliant job at scenting the blond. He spent way longer in the shower than usual just staring and the drain as the water spiralled down the plug hole. The blond was trying to figure out who he could subtilty ask for advice, without sounding like a crazy person. As he pottered about waiting to leave for work, he thought through the people he knew and would be helpful. He knew Denki, Mina and Sero would be completely fucking useless, they'd also ask too many questions and that's the last thing he wanted. He'd rather boil his own head than ask Deku or Todoroki for help, Iida pissed him off too much and he barely knew Uraraka. Coming to no conclusion he swiftly changed into his work clothes, a bog-standard white chef's uniform, and black dress pants before leaving the empty apartment and heading to Eraser.

Being at work Katsuki expected it be the perfect distraction from the previous night's events, but he couldn't be more wrong. The shift started off well, all the heat and expression felt like a perfect distraction, but the more he progressed the more his thoughts slipped, the more he continued to daydream. The staff in Eraser were growing increasingly concerned with the bonds' pure lack of focus the male was expressing during his shift. He was taking considerably longer to finish orders than he normally did, and even spacing out as he was flambéing a piece of steak and nearly catching his sleave in the fire. All things he was doing were all things that he would on most days yell at someone for. Poor Momo even had to fix some of the dishes Bakugou was creating, everyone found the behaviour incredibly uncharacteristic. The rest of his shift continued on like this right through till 11, and no one had the balls to call him out or snap him from the bizarre state. Even Denki and Mina left him alone.